SOMEDAY

Maybe some day we'll give up,
waving our hands,
shrugging off that builds around us,
with shifting of sands.

Maybe some day we'll give up,
chanting that line,
"nothing can change today,
maybe tomorrow is the time."


Maybe some day we'll give up,
cursing our lives,
blaming those past sillouttes,
for years we make the same jives.

Maybe some day we'll give up,
shunning the right,
smirking at the sight,
of the ones who lead and guide


Maybe some day we'll give up,
hammering us down,
killing that light,
inside us that survives.